Chapter 375: Chapter 183: The Thunder and Fla Hamr! The Truth about the Magic Box! Dudor the Third Seeks Recognition.
“Boom——”
The do-shaped building was violently breached from the inside, and a huge human-shaped hole was smashed through the thick tal wall, as a colossal and burly silhouette strode out from the darkness.
This was a tal puppet towering at dozens of ters tall, headless, with signs of rust and fracture at its neck, grasping in its hands a massive black hamr nearly as gigantic as its body.
Clearly, it was in pursuit of Dudor the Third, and without hesitation, it locked onto his position and swung its hamr directly at Ronan’s head.
“Whoosh——crackle!”
The terrifying hamr compressed the layers of air, emitting a series of frighteningly fine explosive sounds.
As the hamr swung, nurous rune light paths suddenly appeared on the colossal headless puppet’s body. Before the hamr even fully descended, a dim yellow halo radiated from the face of the hamr, quickly enveloping Ronan and the Dudor the Third cradled between his knees.
Ronan instantly felt a heaviness in his body, as if he had suddenly sunk several inches down, and the exceedingly firm tal floor beneath his feet creaked as if it could not bear the weight.
“Gravity field?!”
“Boom! Bang!”
The fearso hamr with a near eight-ter diater smashed onto the ground, bursting a large section of the tal floor open, raising a huge dust cloud mixed with countless tal fragnts. The street was peeled layer by layer, the ground shook violently, as if experiencing a miniature earthquake.
Clad entirely in armor, Ronan’s figure appeared at another location not far away, with Dudor the Third at his feet, following suit.
Beneath a mask with intricate, mysterious silver patterns flowing across it, Ronan’s eyes flickered faintly with light.
The strength of this tal puppet, judged solely by the power of that single hamr strike, was already comparable to the magical potency released by an average Late Second Level Stage Wizard.
Paired with the hamr’s innate gravity field halo, and the straightforward, not overly complex hamr swing attack, an average Late Second Level Stage Wizard would indeed struggle to handle such a move.
This was the result produced even though the puppet had been eroded and damaged over a long period of ti within the remnants of the chanical Heart, with the rune formation within it weakened. If it were at its peak, this tal puppet’s strength may rival that of a Level 3 Wizard, or even higher.
“No wonder Kosti said that all the tal Attribute Magic Puppets from the Southern region were derived from the heritage of the chanical Heart… The dwarves’ research into tal puppetry is truly profound, coupled with their impressive Forging skills, it’s like adding wings to a tiger…
I wonder if they received guidance from Schiper…”
“And such a powerful chanical civilization has fallen; what other mighty presence once in the South could have caused even the chanical Heart to fear?”
Ronan’s mind wandered again to the relocated Ancient Mirror Court, speculating whether the disappearance of these two major powers was for the sa reason.
These thoughts were fleeting in Ronan’s mind, for after that fruitless strike, the colossal tal puppet was already gripping the hamr and turning its direction to charge at him again.
The spot that had just been hit by its hamr now sported a massive crater riddled with cracks.
Ronan, faced with the oncoming giant tal puppet, had no intention of tangling with it and t it head-on.
The small and the large, silver and black, two tal figures approached rapidly. Just as the latter raised its massive hamr again, the silver figure vanished abruptly.
The next instant, it appeared behind the colossal black form, and without a pause, rushed straight into the do-shaped tal building that had been broken open.
“Swish——”
Ronan rushed inside the building, and the first thing he caught sight of was a trendously large blacksmith’s Forging platform, covered in dust, but one spot appeared clean, likely where the hamr was placed—the sa massive black hamr held by the tal puppet outside.
A Dwarf’s ho could lack a washroom, but it could never be without a forge…
Ronan’s mind flicked through the information he had read in the Wizard Book, surveying the entire room, quickly locating a dark spherical object amidst the scattered debris, and then, ahead of the sharp whistling sound that was closing in from behind, he blinked away from the spot.
Wrapped in living silver, Ronan carried Dudor the Third with one hand and clutched in the other the object he had just found in the abandoned building, moving like a ghost rapidly between buildings.
When the sound of those heavy footsteps had completely vanished, he finally stopped.
Setting down Dudor the Third, Ronan casually tossed the spherical object he was holding onto the ground.
“Clang——”
This black spherical object, its surface almost unrecognizable due to extensive rust, was presumably the head that had fallen off the headless tal puppet.
Looking at the tallic puppet’s head in front of him, a glint flickered in Ronan’s eyes, and he murmured, swiftly uttering one arcane and difficult syllable after another, accompanied by several specific hand gestures. A torrent of spiritual power surged from his mind, releasing intense waves of magic, as large swaths of tal Attribute Free Energy Particles from the surroundings converged…
“#￥!!@…!”
Following the last syllable of the spell spouted from Ronan’s mouth, a mass of tal Attribute Energy Particles gathered around sward towards the tal head on the ground, forming a dense black vortex, swiftly encompassing it.
Monts later, as the vortex receded like dissipating smoke, a towering black humanoid figure erged.
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